I feel fucking shit. I started sneezing and snivelling yesterday and hoped it would pass off, maybe my allergy. But I realise now that it isn't, as I suspected. It's one where you can track your decline over a couple of hours. I felt grotty but not too bad this morning (put it down to the beer from last night), a wee bit shitty this morning and now come 1 I feel fucking dreadful. I'm hoping it stays at this point and doesn't get any worse, but I'm not holding my breath. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to make this gig tonight as all I can think of doing is having a night on the settee with hot chocolate and a duvet. But I'm going to feel like a right cunt cancelling now. I don't want it to come across as an excuse or anything because I'd love to go to the gig, and I'd really like to meet Duff, despite my nervousness. He's one of only of a couple of people from the board I've always thought it would be interesting to meet in the flesh. Oh, fucking hell, what do I do? I'm going to have to cancel as I'm not sure I can even face work for much longer (I don't know if the immunosupressant drugs will have an effect on how bad it is).
If any London lot fancy seeing sufjan stevens (he is very good), duff might have a ticket .
God I feel awful for doing this, so, so bad. When I am making an excuse to get out of something I don't feel so bad, I can take the hit of the guilt, but when it is genuine but sounds like an excuse I just feel like a cunt. SSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIITTTTTTT!
*EDIT* I tested Duff and he was g rand about it all. What a nice chap, I will have to meet up with him for a beer sometime
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